Revision Hell
I just spent four hours rewriting my first chapter. It's five pages long. It was six. At this rate I should finish in, oh, three years.
Did I say I hoped to finish by Thanksgiving? Bwahahahahaha. Oh, foolish optimist!
I rarely question my decision to pursue my writing. But today? Is a very hard writing day. Made more difficult by writing-associated deadlines related to promotion and events. I think I need a patron of the arts. And maybe a glass of Lagavulin. After all, nothing makes me feel more authorly than a Scoth, neat.